Disappearing workers

I did find a Krogers in Texas but much to my chagrin, there were no cut-up watermelon or any fruit at all. One of my staple road foods. When I found a red-headed white male employee and asked him about where the cut-up fruit was, he informed me that they used to have an entire department of employees who cut up the fruit and made pico de gallo, guacamole, etc. but everyone up and quit all at once.

We stared each other down, until I broke the silence by asking when this happened. He told me the weekend after the election.

My heart hurt for those workers, those humans so terrified they walked off their jobs.

And I can’t help to think of those excited white people, so happy and wonder.

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